That Day When I Got Married to My Boss at the Blind Date

Josie had initially believed that returning to the sea might shadow her with melancholy. Yet, the opposite occurred; her thoughts lingered on a figure of resolve.

I wonder how’s Arnold doing these days…

Within an hour, their yacht docked at a secluded island, a hidden gem detached from the hustle and bustle of Wavery. The island maintained a unique ordinance: only bicycles were permitted, setting it apart as a distinct hallmark of this coastal gem.

“This island boasts a renowned seaside estate and the largest art gallery in the region. The artworks housed here are of unparalleled value,” Josie introduced.

Juliette raised a hand to shield her eyes from the glaring sun. “I’ve long heard of Wavery’s splendor, yet it seems to mirror the charm of other popular destinations.”

Josie absorbed her words. “Ms. Witherspoon, I “Please, don’t call me Ms. Witherspoon.”

“Then…”

“Call me Juliette,” she exhaled. “A friend once shared tales of an island in Wavery where one could perch on a cliff’s edge to behold a breathtaking sunset. However, given the throngs of tourists, I suspect we won’t be able to enjoy that experience.”

A spark ignited in Josie’s expression, her smile brightening under the sun’s rays. “I’ll take you there.”

there truly such

“This place is etched in my memories from my university days. Having roommates from diverse backgrounds, I often played tour guide. Hence, I’ve grown somewhat weary of the usual tourist spots in Wavery.

intrigued, followed her.

Wavery’s premier art gallery. It was during this event that her plagiarism

location just so happened

defeated, retreating into isolation. From there, she witnessed

existence of a

Josie inquired, “Is this

few words. They rarely

realized a prior arrangement was necessary. “I wasn’t informed about needing an

location requires prior booking and isn’t

touched Josie’s face, noticed by Juliette, who chose not to push further. “It’s all right,” Juliette conceded, “It’s my oversight for not mentioning this beforehand. Perhaps we can plan for another

a moment,

call connected almost

polished voice filled the line, “What’s